The Auror office that Harry and Ron shared was quiet. Draco and Hermione had not returned from visiting Markus Parkinson. Ron and Harry had decided to go back after all, having hit yet another dead end with their contact from Lucius Malfoy's address book (the man had been working in France for the last three months). They agreed it was best to go back to the Ministry and go over the case notes for what felt like the hundredth time. It was lucky they had, because not five minutes after they had sat at their respective desks, Gawain entered the office with some case-changing news for them.

"Thank Merlin you two are here. Got some information on the Lucius Malfoy case I think you'll want to know," he said closing the door behind him. Harry and Ron sat up in their chairs and set their quills down.

"I've just come back from my monthly meeting with the head guard at Azkaban, Rodger, he's an old friend. He asked how things were getting on here, he likes to brag about how easy both of our jobs are since the war ended." He nodded his head in a gesture of thanks to the young men who were eager for him to continue. "Anyway, I told him we'd been a bit busier around here what with the Astoria case, and how we suspect Lucius Malfoy is involved somehow, now that we know Stan has been covering for him. This is where it gets interesting, Rodger then made some passing comment about Narcissa Malfoy not visiting anymore and how he'd always thought she was a handsome woman and so on. Turns out, she's visited him once a year every year that he's been in the place."

"You're joking!" Ron exclaimed whilst Harry gaped at his boss, not quite believing what he was hearing.

"He had the visitor log books to prove it, wand verification and all."

Harry ran a hand through his unruly hair, once again feeling a sinking in his stomach that was an undeniable sign of an impending late night at the office. "Did he not think to mention this sooner?" he asked, having found his voice.

"My words exactly, Potter. He said that he never questioned a wife visiting her husband, and why would he? After it was revealed Lucius was actually Stan, he just assumed Narcissa wouldn't come visiting again."

"Makes sense, I guess," Ron shrugged. "So, what now? We bring Narcissa in?"

"No," Harry said slowly. "No, I think we should follow her for a bit, see if she's acting strangely at all now that she knows about Lucius. If she thought she'd been visiting him all this time, there are obviously still feelings there, at least on her part. Maybe now she knows he's on the run, she might try and find him."

"Or, even better, he tries to find her," Gawain added.

"Brilliant, it's been ages since we've trailed anyone. How are we doing it? Disillusionment charms?" Ron asked Harry excitedly, getting up from his desk and pulling his robes from the back of his chair.

"Polyjuice, I think. If she goes out anywhere it'll be easier than trying to avoid stepping on people's toes. Gawain, can you do me a favour while we're out? I need you to go back and talk to that friend of yours."

Twenty minutes later, Harry had explained his request to Gawain, who had promised to carry it out. Harry pocketed his Muggle mobile phone, with a nod to his boss, and a hope that he wouldn't have to wait long before it rang.

"Get going boys," Gawain told them as he headed out of the office, "and find out what that handsome witch is up to!"

The Auror offices had a constant supply of Polyjuice potion, available for use only with Gawain's permission. There was also a cabinet full of hairs from unsuspecting Muggles, labelled with a full description of the person it came from. Harry had never wanted to know the answers to the many questions the cabinet had raised in his mind, but was very thankful for on this occasion. He and Ron each chose vials with hairs that came from young men with heights similar to their own, dropped them into their goblets of the thick, grey potion and twisted their faces when one turned a dark shade of green, and the other puce. They clinked their glasses together with a sarcastic 'cheers' and quickly drank the contents.

Moments later, one bald man, and one man with mousy brown hair walked out of the Auror supply cupboard wearing Harry and Ron's robes. Thankfully, the two boys hadn't needed to change into the slightly moth-eaten spare robes in the cupboard, having made their choice of hair wisely. The mousy-haired man turned to the other.

"Where shall we start?" he asked.

The bald man raised a hand to his head and groped the air above it. "I need to remember my hair isn't there, being bald is weird. I think we should start at Malfoy's flat, he told me how to get past the wards, I can sneak in under my invisibility cloak and see if she's home. We'll go from there."

They left the Ministry of magic building and apparated into a deserted alleyway that was a five minute walk from Draco's flat. When they arrived at the block, Ron waited in a small café, that contained no other customers, across the road while Harry snuck into the flat. He returned five minutes later with the good news that Narcissa was home. They had covered all bases so that they would know if she left her home, a contact in the Floo department had agreed to send word with a patronus if she used her fireplace to travel, and where she was going, and they knew that she couldn't apparate from directly in the house due to the wards.

They positioned themselves in a window seat in the café, ordered coffees and cake, and began their wait for Narcissa Malfoy to appear. One sip of the coffee was enough to tell Harry why there was no-one else in the café with him but thankfully, their wait wasn't a long one. Narcissa soon appeared at the front door, though not of her own accord, for a man had rang for her on the intercom system that were always found on blocks of flats.

The man was dressed impeccably in a pinstripe Muggle suit. He had jet black hair that looked the same colour and consistency of oil, no doubt due to the amount of product in it, and a matching moustache. He greeted Narcissa with a formal peck on each cheek and she stepped out into the street with him.

"Let's go," Ron said, stuffing the last of his carrot cake into his mouth as he stood up. Harry pulled out a handful of Muggle change and left it on the table to cover the bill for the coffee they hadn't drank and followed Ron out of the café.

Narcissa and the mystery gentleman led them down the quiet street. Harry and Ron had agreed it was safe to use disillusionment charms for the time being so that they could get close enough to hear the conversation.

"…insist on going to these forsaken Muggle restaurants," the man was saying.

"You know why. We can't be seen. Draco cannot know about this," Narcissa replied.

"I understand that, but rubbing shoulders with Muggles, really? I find it so hard to resist just hexing them for their stupidity."

"Markus Parkinson!" Narcissa scolded, and finally the man's identity was revealed to Harry and Ron. "You'll do no such thing. Besides, Muggles they may be, but the food is undeniably delicious here and you know it."

The place they were talking about turned out to be a small Italian restaurant by the name of Bella Italia, which they reached not five minutes later. It was small, and fairly quiet; only two more couples were sat at round tables with candles atop, plates of pastas and pizzas in front of them. Harry and Ron watched from the doorway as Narcissa and Markus were seated at a booth in the corner of the dimly lit room.

Harry glanced up the street and stepped to the side of the restaurant building to remove the charm that was concealing his body. Moments later he was joined by the figure of the blonde man who he knew to be Ron. Ron raised his eyebrows and let out a low whistle, expressing his surprise at the turn of events.

"Tell me about it," Harry said in agreement. He checked his watch and noticed that almost an hour had passed since they had left the office. "Best top up" he said to Ron.

They both reached into the pockets of their robes and pulled out vials of Polyjuice potion they had saved from their earlier visit to the supply cupboard.

"Shall we swap?" Ron asked. "You can have a go at having a warm head again."

Harry laughed and held his vial out for Ron to trade with his own. It was a small bit of fun to have whilst they waited for Narcissa and Markus to come back out of the restaurant. They emptied the contents of the bottles into their mouths and Harry welcomed the feeling of hair on top of his head once again, even if it was the wrong colour.

They waited almost another hour before the couple stepped back out into the street. By that time Harry had noticed tufts of red hair appearing on Ron's bald head and so they cast the disillusionment charms on themselves once again so as to remain unnoticed. They followed the pair back to Narcissa and Draco's flat where they disappeared into the building.

"What now?" Ron asked, appearing suddenly by Harry's side outside of the block.

Harry waved his wand and lifted the charm from himself. "We go home, I guess. Maybe try again in a couple of days if we don't hear anything?" He pulled out the mobile phone from his pocket and saw that he had missed no calls.

"Fine by me. I take it we'll not be telling Malfoy that we thing his mum is snogging Pansy Parkinson's dad?"

"Definitely not. That's not our business and he'll only be furious that we followed her. Let's wait to see if we get something on her before we tell him anything."

Ron nodded and they both began to walk back down the street to the alleyway they had apparated into, until Harry heard a door closing behind them and stopped Ron in his tracks.

"Wait!" he whispered harshly and pulled Ron around a nearby parked car, peering over the bonnet at Narcissa. She had left her home once more, this time alone. She glanced briefly up and down the street before disapperating.

"Where's she going?" Ron asked. "And where's Markus?"

"No idea," Harry replied, standing up straight.

It was at that moment that a buzzing sound came from Harry's pocket. He began fumbling around to move his robes out of the way so he could get to the pocket of his trousers where the mobile phone was.

"It's him!" he exclaimed, and pressed the green button to answer the call. "Hello?"

Only two words were given from the other end of the phone call before Harry ended it.

"She's here."

The man on the other end of the phone was Rodger, the head Azkaban guard. Before Harry and Ron had left their office what felt like a week ago, Harry had raced to a nearby Muggle mobile phone shop and purchased one, then went to his house and picked up his own. Ginny had learned about mobile phones fairly recently and loved the idea of them. She had practically forced Harry to buy them one each and then spent hours texting and calling him from different rooms in their house.

After a quick lesson for Gawain on how to make a phone call to the only number Harry had programmed into the new phone, his own, Harry had asked him to take it to Rodger and insist that he called Harry if Narcissa ever returned to Azkaban now that she knew the man in cell number four was not her husband. He was under strict instructions from Gawain to act completely normal with Narcissa.

The phone call had come despite Harry's uncertainty of it, and it confirmed that Narcissa Malfoy was up to something. And he would find out what it was.

"Bring her in for questioning tomorrow?" Ron asked.

"Bring her in," Harry confirmed.

I am SO SO SO sorry this has taken so long to get up. Major writers block! Hope you like it, if you do-leave a review! If you do't-leave on anyway!